Golden Years, gold, wopwopwop
That post about books I read decades ago must have stimulated some nostalgia gland...cause...I'm starting to put together another blog. It will mostly be about old neighborhood stories. Old, as in, when I was a kid; growing up in Pearl River, NY. Yes, that old. The 60s.
I started by scanning a few old photos. The older the photo, the better it communicates little stories - even when you don't know the subject. I like how that works.
And yes, looking at them has made me feel ancient! Endangered, perhaps existing only as part of the fossil record.
That post about books I read decades ago must have stimulated some nostalgia gland...cause...I'm starting to put together another blog. It will mostly be about old neighborhood stories. Old, as in, when I was a kid; growing up in Pearl River, NY. Yes, that old. The 60s.
I started by scanning a few old photos. The older the photo, the better it communicates little stories - even when you don't know the subject. I like how that works.
And yes, looking at them has made me feel ancient! Endangered, perhaps existing only as part of the fossil record.
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